Brown and green and intense
Navy and neat and no pretence
Not so for those who quietly view
To yawn with absolute splendour
All intent of boredom
Theirs to eschew
With the strength
To defend attention
Contemplating
Most, or all of the truth
Sufficient to walk, crossflow
Across the floorboards
We, who wait to see why
It is she who takes the next step
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
